Lu Jun became the center of attention, his aura extraordinary, standing calmly and unflinchingly before the surging malevolent energy of the Dark Sword Lord.
Suddenly, he spoke in a firm and resonant voice: "Those who offend my human race, no matter how far, shall be punished! Raise your sword, and fight to the death!"
At these words, the Dark Sword Lord seemed enraged, furiously roaring: "Ignorant insect! I will use my sword to sever your pitiful head and hang it outside the Pyramid!"
It ruthlessly unleashed overwhelming dark energy, pushing back the stunned strategist Finna and the surrounding undead and humans, and gripped its massive dark sword with both hands, slamming it violently into the ground.
Rumble, rumble!
On the blood-soaked, corpse-strewn earth, the Dark Contract wove a colossal triangular structure.
First, a zone completely encircled by dark energy was outlined. Then it climbed into the void, forming a pitch-black triangular pillar that thundered up into the night clouds!
The sky roiled, weather stirred violently, and the world was plunged into darkness, as if the Netherworld itself had descended, with winds howling fiercely.
A Dark Duel Arena now stood between the army's mages and the undead horde. The towering black walls were inscribed with ancient runes of supreme restraint and contract power…
Within it, Lu Jun and the Dark Sword Lord were firmly locked in a separate black space. Only upon one's death could either exit.
The battle inside would not affect the outside, and outsiders could not bypass the barrier to interfere with the duel.
Witnessing this, everyone present was astounded. The Dark Duel Arena exuded a primitive, blood-soaked aura, as if forged from countless epic battles of the past.
The Egyptian side's strategist Finna, Wankos, and others looked grim, especially the former, seeing a young man trapped in an impasse with the arrogant Dark Sword Lord, feeling shame and wishing to take his place.
Though it was an internal matter of Egypt, they had to rely on an outsider's power to resist—someone from the next generation with a bright future.
Zhao Manyan exclaimed: "My heavens! It actually appeared! The Dark Contract… Lu Jun wasn't lying."
Jiang Shaoxu looked concerned and shouted: "Everyone, see if you can break that Dark Duel Arena barrier! Otherwise, Lu Jun will really fight that guy to the death!"
Upon hearing this, Ai Jiangtu immediately tried to attack the sky-reaching dark barrier, but his energy seemed absorbed, as if the barrier itself were reinforced.
Finna also tried using Wind-Slaying Slash to strike the barrier, but the result was the same. The arena's dark barrier was surrounded by numerous crooked, ant-like black runes, exuding a deeply evil aura.
"What do we do now? Lu Jun is doomed!"
"How could he be so reckless?!"
The crowd murmured anxiously, even the temple mages were doubtful. Xin Xia furrowed her brow, while Jun Yaojin bit her lip.
Only Mo Fan remained silent. The moment Lu Jun was locked in the Dark Duel Arena, his body flickered, transforming into a shadow that swiftly traversed the battlefield toward the Mirage Pyramid below.
He believed Lu Jun could defeat the Dark Sword Lord, and was determined to fulfill his own duty.
Even strategist Finna in midair frowned, decisively turning to lead the army toward the Pyramid's illusions, shouting: "Everyone, life and death are decided today! The whole army attacks!"
Without the Dark Sword Lord's slaughter, the previously wavering army reorganized, spirits high, charging forward fearlessly.
Inside the Dark Duel Arena, Lu Jun stepped on the blood-soaked, ominous soil, marveling at the profound dark power around him.
He was certain this barrier was not created solely by the Dark Sword Lord's strength; otherwise, absolute defense would be impossible. It had to be the work of the Dark King, who enjoyed toying with the mortal world.
This supreme being in the magical realm could manipulate even ordinary Emperor-level beings at will, mastering not just magic, but the rules of authority.
Lu Jun vaguely felt eyes from above descending, watching this blood-soaked duel with interest.
After a moment, he took a deep breath, focused, as his surging qi and blood rolled violently. The six star rivers of his spiritual world shone with dazzling colors, and black-red curse energy leaked fine blood-abyss matter, saturating his limbs and bones, permeating the six-star rivers.
The Dark Sword Lord sensed a shivering aura suddenly erupting from the ant beneath its gaze, and as it grew stronger, its demeanor turned serious.
Rumble, rumble!
Ascension: White Tiger!
In the next instant, at the center of the battlefield, on the void-dark arena, Lu Jun sublimated before all eyes. Vast power condensed into a pillar of light piercing the skies, shaking the dark barrier's membrane and sending ripples across it.
His physique expanded, muscles swelling. One of his eyes turned a pure indigo crystal, the other a deep crimson gem. A dark crown adorned his head, and a pair of platinum sword wings spread from his back, shimmering with crystalline metallic luster, their edges flickering with silver arcs, as if wings added to a tiger.
Several black water-flow ribbons coiled around his torso and limbs, like a divine halo, sacred and untouchable. Within a range of several meters, a silver membrane shimmered faintly, an untarnished domain.
He unified the six elemental powers within his body, his towering figure resembling a king. Compared with the Dark Sword Lord opposite, his aura was even more imposing.
"What kind of technique is this?!"
The onlookers in battle were shocked, eyes wide, mouths agape, seeing Lu Jun suddenly ascend to the supreme power of a proper Monarch.
Egyptian strategists Finna, Wankos, and others, who had not witnessed this before, murmured: "So this is the trump card of the Chinese National Team captain… no wonder he dared to challenge the Dark Sword Lord alone."
"Such immense combat power…" Finna then realized something and whispered with slight concern: "How can the Egyptian National team possibly resist? I must say, when facing Lu Jun, it's best to concede early and preserve your strength."
In her mind, she considered how the Egyptian core leadership had been meticulously preparing a decisive secret technique for the National team, hoping to achieve victory in this year's competition and impress the international stage.
As a patriotic believer, Finna had fully trusted in this plan—but now she couldn't help but waver.
Moreover, anyone could see that the aura Lu Jun emanated was pure, fully human, not derived from any forbidden or dark arts.
Those forbidden arts—like Li Kaifeng's Azure Demon Blood—usually required implanting various demonic bloodlines, corrupting one's body.
In addition, everyone observed that Lu Jun's vitality and spiritual power did not weaken rapidly; on the contrary, they grew stronger, as if reaching the peak of his life. The only thing that declined sharply was magical energy.
This meant that the driving force of this trump card was magical energy, a purely orthodox and legitimate spell system.
Guan Yu, Mu Yingting, Nan Rongni, and others unfamiliar with Lu Jun were also shaken to their cores, exclaiming: "So this is Lu Jun's trump card to assault the Lu family… it isn't relying on the Totem Black Serpent at all—it's entirely his own power?!!"
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